Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

Sarah I pull the crank that opens the ceiling in the tower, watching as the night sky comes into startling clarity. The stars are faint overhead, shielded by a layer of thin mist that moves across the sky like wisps of smoke. The moon, however, is full and painted a pale blue. It’s stunning, and even through the haze of poison still in my system, I can feel its pull.

I ran, not caring how long or far, wanting to enjoy the freedom, the peace, the wind against my face. The wood was full of life. I could hear the rustle of leaves under my paws and the distant hoot of an owl. The Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting silver patches on the ground. My wolf's sharp eyes caught every detail, every movement. The run helped a bit, the exercise burning off some of my restless energy

She inhaled deeply, letting the scents envelop her, grounding her in the present. Despite the tranquility surrounding her, her mind remained restless, turning over the events of the previous night like a relentless wave crashing against the shore. Would she truly be able to embrace this new reality? Was she capable of being the Luna that Arlo needed? Sitting down on a bench beneath a blossoming tree, Lune allowed herself a moment of stillness, letting the sunlight warm her face. She could hear the distant sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling, a reminder that life went on, even as her own felt like it was caught in a whirlwind.

author pov The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbeque of the summer next to the lake and waterfall on their land. The waterfall is one of the attractions of the Snow Moon pack land. It is as tall as Mt. Everest with several shelves up and down the sides. Some of the shelves are just low enough to dive from. The water at the bottom is clear and just the right temperature to cool you off on a hot day. The majesty of the water cascading down the mountain and stirring the pool at the bottom is a sight not many people get to witness in a lifetime. The pool has gigantic, large, medium, small and pebble-sized rocks jutting from the shores. There are paths long worn by the animals and humans w

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.

The ascent to the peak of the Moonrise territory was a path carved by the paws and boots of a thousand ancestors, winding through ancient pines that stood like silent, towering sentinels in the dark. Tonight, however, the darkness was an illusion. The sky above was swept entirely clean of clouds, an endless expanse of obsidian that served only as a canvas for the most magnificent moon Aria had ever seen. It hung low and heavy over the jagged spine of the mountains, a perfect, unblemished sphere of blinding silver. Its light was so intense it felt almost liquid, pouring through the canopy of the forest and painting the rocky trail in shades of pearl and ash.

Selene “Are you okay?” asked Izan as I sat a bit away from the center of the square. We had gone to a meeting in the square to finalize everything about the Blue Moon celebration. An astronomical holiday that the North could enjoy every three years, due to the occurrence of a rare natural phenomenon: the appearance of the blue moon. The phenomenon was not related to color; it was actually based on the appearance of a second full moon during the month. It was something extremely rare and could only be appreciated very well in the North. However, the most amazing thing was the fact that this moon was always a supermoon; that is, the moon would be closer to the planet, and the lunar energy that

And then I smelled it. A scent so perfect, so right, it made my knees weak. Pine and snow and something wild. Something that called to every part of me. Mate. "No," Thorne whispered, but he didn't sound upset. He sounded awed. "It can't be—" "The full moon," Raven's voice came from somewhere behind us. She sounded shocked. "Look at the sky." I looked up. The full moon hung directly overhead, bigger and brighter than I'd ever seen it. And as I watched, it seemed to glow and beat slowly in a magical way, with the silver light connecting me to Thorne.

“Baby . . . no. There’s no atmosphere up there. You’d just be a pincushion for radiation.” “Weres on the moon?” Zaneasks, walking up to me in the kitchen. He doesn’t look like he slept much. I hand him a mug of coffee. “Yup.” “Have they been over moonless planets yet?” “Yes.” “Can’t howl ’cause sound doesn’t carry?” “Yes.” “Pluto’s five moons?” “Also yes.” “The asphyxiation?” “Just now.” “Great. They must be about to wrap up.” He reaches for the sugar. I stop him with a hand on his wrist.

she breathes. “I don’t want you to get worked up,” I say. “But I want you to be aware of it. When you use moon magic, you should be absorbing moon energy the way you absorb sunlight. Not the way you absorb oxygen. You shouldn’t be gasping for it. You should be letting it fill you as much as it wants to.” She shivers. “I didn’t mean to overdo it.” “I know that.” I wrap an arm around her. “And no harm was done. So it’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up.”